The Man Who Hated Ned O'Leary (Dig Two Graves 2)

Ned was right there with him, and grabbed Cole’s ears. It hurt, but the confidence behind the gesture licked Cole’s balls, making them throb.

“I miss your prick in me,” Ned whispered between kisses, fueling Cole’s arousal like the sneaky bastard he was. It was so much easier to hear such deliciously obscene things than an I-missed-you, and it made him both relieved and disappointed. Because it meant that Ned really wanted him for the comfort of it. Wanted a man to live with, and if he couldn’t have Cole, many others would do.

Not that Cole should’ve cared.

“It’s already standing to attention,” he whispered, and opened his pants to let out his stiffening prick. “But you’ll have to be quiet. We don’t want Tommy to come lookin’ for us.”

Ned smiled as Cole squeezed his other hand on his pec. “I can be quiet. Remember all those times in the tent back in the day?”

Oh, how well Cole remembered biting his fist as Ned drove him mad with his tongue. But the question itself was like phantom meat dangling in front of a hungry dog. Cole could almost smell that memory, but he’d never get a taste of it again.

He wouldn’t be wasting time on things that were long gone, and focused on Ned’s hot flesh, which still held the scent of the lake.

He spun Ned around and bit his nape, rocking his prick against the damp fabric clinging to Ned’s ass. The cool touch made Cole shiver, but the infernal heat burning deep inside drove him to press on until his cock pushed between the pert cheeks along with some of the fabric.

“There’s so much meat on you.”

He’d eat it all and suck the marrow from Ned’s bones.

Ned gave him a lusty glance over the shoulder, and reached back. Cole expected to be stroked on the stomach, but instead, Ned released his suspenders. The long johns fell to Ned’s knees, revealing what Cole was so hungry for in all its glory.

Back when they’d first got together, touch was either tentative or stolen, whenever they’d gotten the chance, and just as they’d started to deepen their bond, everything had fallen apart. It was only in the last two months that they’d learned each other’s bodies in uninhibited detail. They were grown men, and no shame or shyness would come between them when sex was on the cards.

“All yours,” Ned whispered, and tickled Cole’s stomach before pulling his hand away.

Cole couldn’t help himself. He latched on to Ned’s cheek, gently biting the flesh and pulling on it as he fished a tin of pomade out of his coat pocket. Out of all the men he’d been with, Ned was the most pliant. There had been some who’d wanted to submit to his desires, of course, but not quite like this. Nothing about Ned’s actions was obscene, and every tender gesture, every kiss, felt sincere. It was this smooth, honest nature of their coupling that made it so addictive. Half the time, they didn’t even have to discuss things, because limbs and body parts slotted into place as if their minds shared a connection that did not need words.

Cole was going to miss this.

He rubbed a dollop of salve over his cock, gasping as his thumb rolled back and forth over the sensitive head, and then he pushed his fingers between Ned’s bared cheeks, pressing on the rim of his hole to make it ease.

“I’m gonna remember all evening that you have my spunk in you.” Ned pressed his forehead against the tree and parted his thighs in invitation. He sometimes got so eager for cock his actions bordered on lewd, but he’d only ever been with Cole so he could hardly be considered loose. Knowing this hunk of man had never given in to someone else made Cole’s dick even stiffer.

Relaxed and ready to take what Cole had to give, Ned rocked against Cole’s prick as if he wanted to ride him. “I might wash just so you have to leave another load,” Ned muttered, prompting Cole to take hold of Ned’s throat and press his chest to the freckled back. Ned’s pulse raged against Cole’s palm, and as the welcoming heat sucked Cole in, adjusting to his girth, he lapped at the salty skin of Ned’s neck, all the way to his cheekbone.

“You can wash all you want. I won’t leave you in peace. I know how thirsty you really are for this,” he uttered once his stomach pressed to Ned’s meaty backside.

He’d submitted to Ned several times since that first fuck, but Ned was far gentler with him than the other way around—and thank God for that. They hadn’t discussed it, but that showed how well they tuned into each other’s needs, adjusting every time they found something new about one another. And while Cole enjoyed a hot fuck blanket, which squeezed him tight as it poked him, Ned was happiest being Cole’s prey—scratched, gripped, and fucked with a vengeance.